Nature’s splendor, a cloak woven, in shades from flame to bronze
Fall’s exuberant melody, orchestrates the gusting breeze.
The rich carpet of decay, wearing textures crisp and bright.
Celebrating a death of sorts, though it’s too hard to conceive.
The joy and promise beckoning, beneath Winter’s frosty glare
Spring cajoles with tenderness, her breathless touch banishes despair.
Summer’s embrace is warm and ripe, boughs laden with lushest green.
She basks in perfumed glory, her presence gentle and serene.